My wrists are tied together. A leather strap runs between them, securing them to the headboard. The bonds aren't tight. Master doesn't want to hurt me today. He just wanted to limit my movements.
His huge cock is inside me now, as he grunts and thrusts. My legs are wrapped around his hips: he has given me that much freedom, and I am grateful. He thrusts harder, and I moan loudly with each one.
He is close to cumming. Master has fucked me many times, and I know when he is close. As he thrusts into me again, I arch my back, moaning louder than before.
I have one desire burning in my heart, but I don't dare tell him.
More than anything, I want to taste his hot seed.
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